"Joe, you know I can't dance." You laughed watching Joe try and get you to dance along to a song that came on your radio. You two were just having a lazy day at your apartment.
"Come on (Y/N)! No ones here but me. Just let go, just dance." He laughed "dancing" around the room. You sighed and stood up pumping one fist in the air.
"There ya go! Told you you could dance." Joe cheered. You laughed and grabbed his hands. You two spun around the room dancing like maniacs. There was a knock on the door and you stopped the music. You opened the door to reveal Mrs. Shelouskie, the old lady with the apartment next to you.
"Ms. (L/N), you know how I hate the noise! You young people and your pop music and hip hop dancing. Keep it down before I have to call the landlord!" She ranted. You cringed and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry Mrs. Shelouskie." You said.
"Agh! You and that no good hoodlum boy. The only thing good about him is his face." She continued. Joe came up behind you and smiled at her.
"Hey Mrs. Shelouskie." He laughed nervously. She scoffed and walked back to her apartment. You closed the door and turned to Joe. Within minutes you were both in a laughing fit.
"I love you (Y/N)." Joe said when your laughter died down.
"I love you too Joseph." You smiled kissing him.
